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7/27/09

Tom, circa 1974


Man, the 70s are out of sight. It's the goddamn Space Age. Can you believe that shit? Even our orange juice now is sci-fi now. How funky is that?

My brother just came back from Vietnam and he says America will never try to bomb its way to peace again. Says we learned our lesson. Can you dig that? I hope he's right. Time to give peace a chance.

When he got back, he bought a used car, '69 Camarro. Sometimes we tool it around town. It's totally sweet. When he gets home from work we drive it down the strip. All the stone cold foxes down there turn their head as we drive by. They don't mean to, but he always catches them looking in the rear view mirror. My brother could have a thousand girls at the snap of a finger.

Sometimes he gets restless and drives around town at night. Says it helps "him find his center." Dad tells me not to worry about it. Says he's a man now. Says he has a lot to think about.

Sometimes he gets a little heavy and doesn't want to talk. When I ask him what's the matter he says it's nothing. Says he's just been trying meditation to get grounded. Dad hates when he talks about that stuff. But since he's come back, Dad doesn't ride him like he used to. They don't seem to have much to say anymore, but I think they seem to have an understanding.

He's been working with the old man at the office, helping do books. Looks totally pinkpolo'd in his slick tie and nicely pressed shirt. I'm proud of him. He says everything is going to better now that the war is over. Says we're going to have peace. Not only overseas but inside.

He's been taking classes in T'ai chi and been on a health kick. Spent a whole day eating nothing but carrot juice. Been seeing this girl in Southington who makes her own yogurt. I think he likes her. I like her too. She's really nice.

He says things can only get better from here. The war is over, man has walked on the moon, and Nixon is on his way out. Soon, he says, Americans will discover the true last frontier: Themselves. A revolution is upon us. We are right on the cusp of a new day. And my big brother has never been wrong. If he says it, it's true.

A new world, a new way. Can you dig it? I know I can.

I don't know about you, but I think it's outta sight. Completely out of sight.